Rav Avraham Shmulevitz, scion of Mir royalty, left a generation of students whose rebbi was always on their side
“Yehoshua! Kum tzurik!”
Bystanders might have wondered as the gray-bearded maggid shiur bolted out the doorway, running after a bochur who had just exited the building.
“Yehoshua! Kum tzurik! — Yehoshua, come back! I forgot to write something!”
Yehoshua stopped and handed the maggid shiur the sefer he held. The maggid shiur produced a pen, opened the sefer, wrote one word, then handed it back. He then leaned over and gave Yehoshua a kiss.
“Yetzt kehnst du geien — now you can go.”
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